Hey guys! I had my dear friend stay with me for a couple of weeks and in that time we did a play through of DBH (as one does), and of course it gave me all the feels - again - and usually I get inspired to write some Hancon after a play through but this time I was looking at some Simon/Markus fanart and this little fic came to me...so guess what I was doing at 1:30am instead of sleeping...
This is my first Simon/Markus fic (besides mentioning them in other fics), so hopefully you like it, let me know...much love xox
Link to the fanart this was based off: tumblr DOT com /m-y-p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s/682516835943530496/eafrns-whats-the-pairing-name
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Simon had just finished the rounds, checking up on the androids staying in the mansion that Carl had graciously donated to the android cause. It had given them a headquarters of sorts, replacing Jericho. Though the mansion was less of a secret, it was no less a safe haven for androids in need.
He and Markus lived there permanently, but most of the others came and went of their own accord. Markus was often busy with the political side of things, so Simon had taken it upon himself to make sure that the androids that came to them got any help or care that they needed.
He headed back to their bedroom, intending to read some of the books he'd found of interest in the extensive library. Opening the door, he was surprised to find Markus still propped up on a bunch of pillows in the big bay window nook. It appeared he hadn't moved since Simon had seen him some hours ago.
Any thought of reading left him as heterochromia eyes flicked up to him then back down to the screen in strong hands.
"Hey," Markus greeted him absentmindedly.
"Hi dear," Simon returned, walking toward the bay window, "you haven't moved…?" it was part question, part statement.
"Too busy," the words appeared almost automatic.
That had seemed to be the case a lot lately. Frown lines appeared on Simon's forehead as his mouth tilted downward; they may be androids, but their processors needed a rest too occasionally.
Upon reaching his companion, Simon straddled Markus' lap, sitting back a little, hoping that the action would stir Markus from his unwavering focus. Unfortunately, the only reaction Simon got was a hand rubbing his thigh lightly for four point five seconds, and then it returned to the tablet.
Simon refrained from sighing deeply, instead he cupped the RK200's jaw, trying to catch his gaze, "Markus…"
"Mmm," came the distracted response.
"Take a break," he pleaded.
Markus' eyes didn't leave the screen he was looking at, "I can't, I have to be prepared."
Simon gently tugged the tablet from his hands and sat it as far out of reach as possible without moving. He slid forward in Markus' lap and ran his thumb under lush lips as they parted to let out a sigh, "You are prepared my love, it will do you more good to ease your stress levels than to keep rereading your notes."
"This is an important meeting Simon, I have to get this right, our people are counting on me now more than ever," Markus continued, catching Simon's wrist in his hand.
Simon's expression saddened, his shoulders sagged, "I know, but I also know you'll be great, like you always are...and..." His eyes averted downward and to the side, "I miss you, you've been so busy the last couple of weeks, I've hardly seen you."
After a few unsure moments, the hand holding Simon's wrist pulled gently, and then there were soft kisses being pressed into his palm. His gaze settled back on Markus and he couldn't help the little upward curve of his lips.
"I'm sorry, my sweet cinnamon roll," Markus apologised, his voice gone saccharine like his kisses, and Simon melted a little at the use of his pet name, "I've missed you too, I promise after tomorrow we will have more time together."
Simon's fingers had gone white under Markus' attention, Markus let go of his wrist and slid his palm up to lay against Simon's. Both their hands immediately turned white to halfway down their forearms. Simon rested his forehead against Markus' as they bathed in their connection, but it was the RK200's lips that found his, kissing him tenderly but with strong passion.
Simon moaned quietly into his mouth, other arm sliding around a familiar neck, bringing their bodies flush against each other. The action seemed to spur his lover on too, he began to feel Markus grow interested against his own answering bulge. Simon decided to test the waters, shifting his hips slightly to create a little friction.
That seemed to be the correct move as Markus' hands dropped to Simon's ass, filling his grip and assisting with the rocking motion, all without breaking the kiss. Simon moaned louder that time, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. He didn't want anything but Markus in his processors. The hungry movement of his lips, the delicious friction of their clothed cocks, and the strong fingers that dug firmly into his ass cheeks. It was ecstasy, and he was addicted, had been from the first time Markus had touched him like that.
Suddenly, he found his mouth free, as Markus trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down his neck in its place. Pleasured moans immediately fell from his throat instead as he tilted his head to the side, allowing better access.
"Ah, Markus..."
"Mmnn you feel so good to touch," was murmured against his auditory processor, "argh, I really missed you, I'm sorry Simon."
Simon turned his head and caught Markus' lips in another searing kiss. He renewed his efforts, grinding harder against his lover's lap, his fingers desperately clawed at Markus' shirt hem to get underneath and feel him.
Markus followed suit, however his hands slipped into the back of Simon's pants instead, retaking up their position on his ass cheeks. A cheeky finger slid along his crack, causing the android on top to shiver, and let out a needy moan.
"Markus," he whined.
"Shit," the RK200 breathed and bit his lip.
On the next pass, the teasing finger ghosted over his hole.
"I'm so close," Simon whimpered, his body chasing the finger, desperate for it. The next moment it was gone though, and Simon was confused for the few seconds it took for Markus to find the small hole on the back of his neck where his neck port was, and then it was just blinding pleasure. His back bent as he ground into the warm body under him, losing all rhythm and making a string of loud, incoherent noises as he came in his pants.
Moments later Markus bucked under him and buried his face in Simon's shoulder with a long, deep grunt.
They stayed like that for minutes, waiting for their processors to cool, and system to recover from orgasmic bliss.
"I love you," Simon whispered as he finally managed to hold his own body weight again, and sat upright.
"I love you too cinnamon roll," Markus smiled contently, and pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose, "you were wrong though, I didn't need a break...I just needed you."
Simon blushed blue, and a shy little grin bloomed on his face.
"You're beautiful," Markus told him, fingers tracing the colour in his cheeks.
The comment only made the colour darken, and lips quickly found each other, not caring to move yet and break the bubble they'd created. It became a lazy afternoon of laying around and kissing a lot, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Doing anything but work; it was exactly what they both had needed.
The following day Markus would meet with the president to discuss android rights, but for that afternoon nothing else mattered.